Eternal Sunshine

What The Voice said made sense, but it didn't ebb away the pain clutching at his chest. Didn't change that he was bothering Remi with his very existence, that he was making everything worse by loving him. He wasn't going to be with Remi again, he was sure. Not after the way he'd been looked at, how he'd left. How their relationship had already been going downhill. And it was hardly like he hadn't had any bad experiences to draw from. Perhaps not romantic ones, but Sam knew pain very well. Knew sadness intimately, had danced with despair and flirted with suicide. He had learnt enough. It was time to have some peace, he thought. Time to let himself off just this once, to make it easier to do the right thing and leave Remi alone by getting rid of his attachments. "I'm sure. Please." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits